Luyện nghe bài hát Laying Blame

Verse One -
I gave birth to half styles, you should pay me rhyme support,
Like Billy Jean suing Michael Jackson for support,
Rhyme is thought, is it? Lethal, Damn you'll get hurt,
Cos I XL the tag on my shirt,
have these rappers easing back, rhyme with a swagger,
Feed your girl aphrodisiacs and hide viagra,
If pain was diabetes, would be my insulin,
I'm taking out the insolent in an when
They bring the rhyme; I'll battle if you tussle,
A single line can turn that matter into muscle,
You stagnate, while my circulate like rumours,
living proof that god has a sense of humour,
I'm butter made from the that came from the crop,
I'll move the mountain to Mohammed scream my from the top,
And proclaim I got, boy, so give me headroom,
These clubs are full of more toys spoilt kids bedrooms,
When I'm on I might lose my breath,
Cos I got so heart that there's no room in my chest,
for lungs, yes the bests yet
To come, my rhymes like a hand around neck,
Constricting breathing like snakebites and beestings,
I'm all up in these faces like G-Strings,
I searched the for opposition but I fear the
Only I found was in a mirror.

Verse Two -
When Pressure steps to the batters you salivate, known to captivate,
I have to new barriers like when a chaste nun masturbates,
If one more critic asks me I do, I'll slap them mate,
And tell them I'm a as I strap her up in gaffer tape,
Loudmouths make me flip,
MCs only dream they got a grip, and wake up with hand on their dick,
Honest, if they ride the nuts I the get off me,
Cos I'm unstable like a bridge, so don't cross me,
I'm explosive; you're a child playing with matches,
I break you give hairline fractures,
actors keep it real? You're really wak it's fact,
You one-liners while I spit the finest chapters,
Perhaps time to retire the mic,
Like the Bulls should done son, cos no-one wants to be like,
That anymore, cos nowadays you're on a fantasy tour,
Of coke, guns and gold when actually poor,
flawed, yet entertaining,
I it how far we're willing to go to satisfy a craving,
Make them swallow tongues like epileptics,
Then respect it, I come clean as if my lube was antiseptic,
So blow me, you couldn't rhyme fresh,
I'm on a higher level of divineness, so me your highness,
There's only three that are certain in life,
Death, taxes and Hood working the mic.